This is a sponsored post written in collaboration with Arhaus.
I live in an area where two rivers meet.
And actually if you are a river aficionado, there are two other rivers several miles up the road.
But who’s counting?
Living by that much water can be good and it can be bad. Good because it’s beautiful and peaceful and full of lush green foliage and picturesque river banks.
Bad because sometimes it floods.
Like four years ago when the river was rising higher than it had in decades and it looked like the 100-year-flood was rearing its ugly head and the water showed no signs of stopping and the entire town built a wall of sandbags higher than my head to prevent the water from flooding the area.
It was stressful.
And so I did the only thing that a person can do in the middle of a crisis…..
….I went to a yard sale.
Lest you judge me too harshly…..please know that I couldn’t help it.
I’d been sandbagging for four days straight wearing yoga pants with a sweatshirt proudly emblazoned with a longhorn and hair that hadn’t seen shampoo or a brush for a week. I was driving the farm truck back and forth to pick up supplies….
….when I saw it.
You know…..the siren song of all siren songs.
A multi-family yard sale sign.
And there in the midst of dishes and pot racks and old magazines and a set of truck tires…..
….sat this table.
This wonderful, beautiful, antique farmhouse trestle table sat in the middle of that yard sale.
With my name all over it.
I leapt from the truck and casually strolled over to the table. Like I could care less. Like I had all the time in the world. Like I wasn’t interested in this table or how much it cost or if any one else wanted to buy it.
Perfect yard sale strategy.
And then in the most casual, nonchalant voice I could muster….
….I asked how much the table was.
The lady running the yard sale looked me up and down in all my glory with my four-day hair and sad little longhorn sweatshirt. Maybe she felt sorry for me. Maybe it was a rough day at the yard sale. Maybe she thought I looked like a person who might give a farmhouse table a good home. Whatever the reason, the words that came out of her mouth almost made me gasp.
“The table is $25,” she said gruffly.
I blankly stared at her.
I was speechless. Stunned. Incapable of uttering a word.
$25? Did I hear her correctly? $25 for this glorious, wonderful little bit of farmhouse joy?
Instinctively my hands tightened on the table top, just in case anyone else overheard this conversation and decided that they needed a farmhouse table, too.
And then a that moment, something even more wonderful happened. I think the yard sale proprietor took my blank stare and lack of conversation and convulsive grip on the table as my attempt at negotiation….
….and she lowered the price.
“Okay…..you can have it for $20,” she sighed.
I nodded frantically in affirmation and with my free hand called my husband told him we had bought a table.
And then we went back to saving the town.
And saved it was.
The sandbags held and the river didn’t overflow the banks and slowly the water went down and eventually I washed my hair and changed out of my longhorn sweatshirt.
Crisis narrowly averted.
And I promptly spent the next four years with my previously occupied sandbag hands, searching in vain for the perfect chairs to go with my yard sale table. I’ve looked high, low, under, over and everywhere…..without any luck.
Sweet farmhouse table…..meet my chairs.
I fell in love as soon as I saw them over at Arhaus.
They look like the vintage antique chair I always wanted to find but never could.
The color and texture and patina of the wood.
These curved arms.
Every little detail is perfect.
And there were so many different fabrics and textures to choose from for the seat.
I’m so happy now that the table and chairs got to know each other better.
They just needed a little time to talk.
Just between us, it’s a good thing the chairs are excellent listeners….
….because I think the table has as many stories as I do. 🙂
PS Arhaus is having their annual living sale right now….20% to 40% off.
You can check it out….here.
This is a sponsored post written in collaboration with Arhaus. All opinions and table stories are my own. I truly, truly, truly love these chairs and would shout it from the rooftops.
For more information you can check out my disclosure page.